Good Memories

When I was eight-years-old, I entered my first placement. The foster parents were an old couple. They had adopted girl who was a year younger than me. At the time, they also had a sixteen-year-old foster daughter in their home.Since I have highlighted a lot of negative things, I decided it would be good to focus on some positives. I remember a lot of positive things about that first foster family. These are the highlights:I had my own room for the first time ever. This was both awesome & scary.If I had bad dreams, my foster mom would sit with me until I fell back asleep.We had french toast a lot. I was allowed to use honey & syrup & peanut butter on my french toast.We went to Canada for a camper rally. The foster parents brought along myself, their adopted daughter & three of their granddaughters.They had two aquariums. I loved to watch the fish.They had a big backyard. Because I was young it seemed ENORMOUS. I am sure it was just a bit bigger than average.They had grand kids my age & they would come over to play a lot.My foster sister had more Barbie dolls than anyone I had ever met. They were all named Christina. So was her fish.We had a huge box full of dress up clothes & had more fun with those than anything else in the house.We went to church every Sunday & got donuts during "Fellowship," which fell between Sunday school & church.